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dazmb May 2015
your face strange to me
in the gap between night and day
feeding the silence I’ve learnt by heart
of an inevitable end, and echo
dazmb May 2015
it’s hard to know
how long the soul might linger on
in slow decay, caught between
this blur of sweat and skin
and that urge to stray
dazmb May 2015
when I love you
all I know is that I want you
to live forever
dazmb May 2015
between anxiety
and boredom, I’m
collecting dust
dazmb May 2015
between the
weakness in my
wandering eye
that wavers,
and lovers
for the first time
who kissed
without a care
dazmb May 2015
commuting
thinking about
the electric current
sparking overhead
I push to get on
but the words
wait for the train
arriving
two minutes later
instead
dazmb May 2015
A white poem
A pure poem
A poem that reaches the dirt
underneath your fingernails.
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